How is This my Life?

I'm pretty sure those are all words we have uttered over the past few years.
Dating. What a mess.
Have you ever really thought about the logistics of it?
You meet someone, you think they're kind of cute, there's that part of you that wants to sleep with them. You open up to them in a way that you don't with anyone else. One minute you're closer with them than you are with anyone else in the world, then you break up for whatever reason, and the next minute, you're never speaking to them again.
Lather, rinse, repeat.
Because that sounds like a fun process.
I know a lot of you give me crap for being the most deficient, not-trusting, commitment phobic person around. But seriously. With all the stupid, moronic, jackass guys out there, I think having self-preservational instincts a la Hitler in his bunker is definitely a good thing.
Remember one of my Queen's era conquests? How we all keep him on facebook just so we can remember how much we hate him?
How is that healthy?

In honor of my friend S, one of the loves of my life, I hereby just wanted to publicly laugh about how stupid the whole dating process is. Yes I am aware that I have a boyfriend. However, he doesn't even stalk my facebook profile, nevertheless the blogesphere, so whatever.

I feel like there is a measure of catharsis to this whole mess.
Think about it.
We are all relatively normal people.
How is this our life?